Good Bye Winter
White. As far as the eye looks just white. Blobs of storms last night still left a cold wind piercing the skin.
In the morning without a smiling sun is not a bleak thing for people in this mountainous area. They pass by on ordinary activities in winter with thicker clothes.
Saying and greeting as an opening activity is a community habit here.
"Good morning, Amora. Want to visit your mother's grave again? "A wood-burning woman walked in her winter clothing.
"Yeah, Mom. An overnight storm may have his headstone buried again. "Amora confirmed her boots by tapping them to the ground.
"OK. Have a good day. "The woman came back walking this time with a smile.
Amora looked down at the road. He walked down the cautious streets. Alone.
No more, Neko. Amora's favorite cat, who has been with him for 2 years, has been through a long day. Two weeks ago, the kitten was accidentally hit by a street cleaner from snow. After the incident, Amora was shocked.
His family had long since died from the snow when they were about to descend into town to buy things to prepare for the summer.
"Good morning mom. Are you okay? "
The atmosphere of the cemetery looked like a white field.
If it was not for Amora to know exactly where his mother's road and grave might be, he would have cleaned someone else's tomb and trampled on his headstone. No one visited the cemetery in the cold winter. Amora is the first. His eyes looked around. Visible strokes of sadness emanated in his eyes.
"I want to see mom, dad, brother and all. Mother let me catch you. "Her voice trembled with tears. Without thick gloves, his finger was painstakingly shifting the snow until his mother's name was seen again. This time he cried again. "I'm lonely here bu. I want a friend in the winter who can accompany me to make a snowman. "His crying grew louder. "I do not need a person who just asks me without knowing my voice. I want to be with Mom. "Amora lay beside her mother's grave. Her hands stroked her mother's name. Her heart was eager to scream. No one will know the voice of a 13-year-old girl in the snow at a lonely cemetery.
"Do not Cry. I'll be your friend. "A hand stretched out gently. Amora took the hand and stood back. He stared at someone who was standing in front of him now.
"My name is Snow."
Amora smiled happily. He hugged a 'friend' in front of him tightly. Snow sweet girl. His hair was black shoulder-length. She wore winter clothes with a red scarf around her neck.
"Let's make a snowman." The snow pulled Amora's hand. The softness of the snow hand that day had taken off the powerful ropes that lodged in Amora's heart. Her previously stiff, ice-cold heart had melted slowly with the arrival of Snow. A fun companion in winter that makes every second worthwhile.
Snow never tells about where he lives. Every Amora asked he would just smile and answer 'his house is far away' and the conversation will end. Amora is not an ambitious girl who is curious about so many things. He always nodded at the answer to Snow's mysterious answer. Every day, they will play and finish the game when it gets dark. Amora will return home to her house, while Snow will wait for Amora to close the door of the house then she will go somewhere.
Today they make a snowman and tell a lot of things. By the count of days, Winter will end soon. Probably a warm day of reindeer will come back and a bright spring will adorn